They were together for two months now and she had a surprise for him.
"It's a little present" she said.
"So I can't see yet" he asked.
"No you can't."
Nothing was real anymore. It all felt like a fairytale.
He was put in a chair and he waited till she came into the room with her hands behind her back.
"You ready" she asked climbing onto his legs.
"Yeah what is it" he asked.
"It's a gift to me too. Your life will belong to me" she yelled and slammed a knife against the chair as he dodged it.
He looked at her.
"Oh come on baby don't you want us to be happy. I'll be happy once your life belongs to me" she said and he caught her hand before it plunged a knife into him.
She pushed harder and soon he had it turned around.
She fell with the black handle twinkling in the moonlight. Her white lace dress now soaking in the red and he didn't know what to do.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
